Thoughts about loving,
They cross my mind often.
Oblivion shoving,
Encased in presumption.
The fullest of hearts,
In masked appearance.
Of the same parts,
They battle for clearance.
Down to the key,
One shutters in pain.
This one I see,
Is lost in the game.
The other takes point,
Revealing it's eyes.
A crease in the joint,
Between honest and lies.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
Thoughts about loving,
They cross my mind often.
Oblivion shoving,
Encased in presumption.
The fullest of hearts,
In masked appearance.
Of the same parts,
They battle for clearance.
Down to the key,
One shutters in pain.
This one I see,
Is lost in the game.
The other takes point,
Revealing it's eyes.
A crease in the joint,
Between honest and lies.
